Sanguinity Sphere
Mystique mist shrouds the penultimate path
to the time future behind the film of obscurity.
In twilight hour the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the backdrop of the sunk somber skyline.
The threads of turmoil weave morbid motif
of craving cloud riding the sensuous storm
to the blank horizon, once donning fervent hues.
The tinged charisma sets yearning canvas ablaze,
from its burnt relic the ashes of fervor fly away.
The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,
flow in the stream of the unshed tears.
The remnant rays of resurgence survive still,
designing the last latent lattice of dream,
swathes the sanguinity sphere of listless life.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2024
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